Dear razor ,
You understood me when no one else was here . When I was at no lowest , i came to you when i felt there was no where else to go . You took me by the hand & lead me to my own pretend world of peace . You held me close & caressed my skin . You listened as my sadness poured out & kept my secrets locked away inside of you . You whispered to me that I can always come to you for anything at all . You told me you would always be there , waiting for the sadness to be overwhelming again . Although everyone else doesn't like you , I see past all your flaws & love you anyways . Even when I know I shouldn't .
With love , Melissa .
As I sat on my bathroom floor , crying , I held the razor to my soft , smooth skin . I had never felt something so heightening , and I’d never felt so in control of my surroundings . I feel the constant argument in my head , knowing that once I do it , I can’t go back , but also the pain and agony that I get just from looking in a mirror , seeing who i am & what i have become . My life is no longer a life , it’s an existence . & through my trembling pain , I finally feel alive. I finally feel like there’s more than just a constant train of motions , I feel as if something is mine . The blade ripped my skin open , & as the blood began to stream through my veins and trickle down my hand , I realized the turn I had taken & the path I had chosen to travel . The path that I chose was unknown at the time , but I see it clearly now .
